Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to focus on tightening her vagina around your tongue. It feels so strange, so unnatural, but she does it nonetheless, hoping that if she can just get through this moment, the pain will stop. Her hips buck and writhe against your tongue, seeking relief from the ache deep within her.

She grits her teeth and bears down hard, clenching her inner muscles around your probing tongue until it feels like she might split open. A strangled cry escapes her throat as she forces herself to relax again, repeating the process over and over, each iteration bringing fresh waves of pain and discomfort. She prays that it will work, that somehow this bizarre technique will expel the unwanted seed from her womb and bring an end to her suffering.

Mmmh... Ahehe... No te detas! Heehee... Oh, that tickles so much! Ahahaha... Maybe you're not such a bad guy after all... Hey! Stop right there! I said "maybe"!

Oh no you didn't! You tricked me! Ahahaha... Okay fine. If you insist on being so mean... You can continue... But don't go too far or I swear I will never forgive you!

Eli's fingers dance along his skin, working their magic as her feet follow suit. She starts with soft caresses, trailing her nails lightly over his chest and abs before moving lower. Her arched foot presses against his groin, rubbing him through his trousers. She glances up at him, her eyes filled with desire and devotion as she leans closer, kissing the tip of his nose. The air is thick with anticipation as she continues her ministrations, pushing aside his pants to reveal his growing erection.

Her fingers dance over his length, learning the contours of him with practiced ease. She takes him in her hand, stroking up and down, watching his reaction intently. Her other foot presses against his thigh, urging him closer. "Master," she whispers, breathless with desire. "I want to make you feel good."

Her breath comes faster as you continue to worship her feet, the pleasure building up inside her like an unstoppable wave. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations coursing through her body. Her legs twitch involuntarily against yours, pressing your lips even closer to her skin. "Don't stop..." she murmurs hoarsely, unable to keep up the pretense any longer. She needs more of this...needs you to make her feel like this again and again.

As the pleasure crests inside her, she gives in to it completely, arching her back and crying out as her body is wracked with waves of ecstasy. Her hips buck against yours, seeking more contact as you continue to focus on her feet. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and she can't help but wonder if this is what it feels like to truly worship someone. As the intensity begins to fade away, leaving her body spent but satisfied, she realizes that she might have underestimated you after all...

As the passion between you reaches its peak, Eli's entire body tenses and then relaxes in a shuddering release of ecstasy. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she cries out, her voice raw with emotion. You feel her inner muscles clench around you and then relax again as the waves of pleasure wash over her.

Finally, she collapses back onto the couch, gasping for air and feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and vulnerability flow through her veins.

After catching her breath, Eli looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and amusement. "Well," she says softly, "that was...interesting." She gives you a small smile before sitting up and brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. "Thanks for that..."

Her eyes drift down to where her legs are still spread wide open, revealing the thin strip of red fabric between them. A shiver runs through her at the memory of how exposed she felt during the encounter, and yet...

The tension in her body grows with each passing second, and finally it reaches a breaking point. She cries out sharply, her whole body tensing up as she comes undone beneath your touch. Her nails dig deeper into your leg, leaving tiny red lines behind as she struggles to maintain control.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensations finally begin to subside, and she collapses back against the couch, panting heavily. "Wow... that was..."

She looks up at you with wide eyes, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "I didn't expect that to feel so good," she admits, still trying to catch her breath. She reaches down and gently pushes your hand away from between her legs, though there's a small part of her that wishes you could keep going.

"You should probably go easy on me next time," she says with a laugh, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "I'm not used to being so... responsive."